Chapitre 92: A twist of fate (1)

''Liev, look at my painting. I drew my family,'' A little girl of the same age as Damien excitedly showed a paper to him.

Damien turned to the paper directly in front of his face and gave a friendly smile to the girl. ''Your painting is beautiful, Cecily.''

The girl named Cecily blushed at the smile thrown her way. She then shyly brought her paper down to the table and spoke with a stutter while pointing at the colored people. ''T-This is my mother, me and my father.''

Still with her flushed face, she asked. ''What of yours Liev?''

At her question, Liev shifted his paper closer to hers. He also moved his body closer to her on the bench. Because of his little action, the blush that was slowly reducing on Cecily's face returned with full force.